First name is “victory of the people”.
Last name is long and Greek and has no meaning, other than maybe “could you spell that for me one more time?”
Isn’t it actually GRACIOUS gift from god?
I suppose it would work, though wrong works of religious texts, but yeah- that’s the gist of it.
I guess that could be my new Dopername if I ever needed it.
Not sure. There wasn’t a note with it (or a receipt).
“Bitter Christ Bearer, Famous in Counsel”
uh… Judas?
My name translates to
Pure(first) Art(last).
I kinda like it. The last name has only been mine for 11 years.
Downy-haired, wise one, son of the first bird you see in spring!
I think it has a certain ring to it.
Audacious people of the small valleys.
Great, I’m a crotch-crab.
Pure peaceful field. And keeping the hell away from** Kobal2**!
and the kid’s Fair one of the peaceful field.
I am Spear of Prosperity on a Boulder!
Kneel before me!
I’d be “Doorkeeper by the dark water, by God’s grace” if you squinted just so.
But a colleague of mine chose the name “Benjamin” for his IVF-conceived child, and then discovered that the name means “Son of the right hand”. Go figure. 
Nicetameechya!
I’m Strong leader from the woods of the oldest city in the Netherlands (bastardized) - my last name, that is.
That’s one long last name, ya bastard. 
Heh!
I should have mentioned that I threw in my middle name, too. (But the last name is quite long.)
I am *What the fuck was that? Did you hear that? Oh for christ’s sake are you pissed again? There is someone downstairs. Fuck. Fuck, wake up…oh please, please…I’ve got it…is the safety on…wake up…oh fuck…surely forward is off, that makes sense…I’ll shoot him if he comes through the door … *
I love this beyond all reason. Touched by His Noodley Appendage, indeed.
P’shaw. I was born the **Exalted **(middle name) **Queen **(first name) of Usurpers, so you kneel before ME, Spear Boy.
Except that now I’m the Exalted Queen of [small town in England], so nevermind.
(Actually, if one envisions the Prosperity as a $100 bill, you’re your own game of rock, paper, cutty thing!)
Depending on your interpretation, either “God beholds the Son of Prosperity” or “Wealth of the Son of Prosperity”.
I’m God-is-Salvation Eastern-European-Province.
Yeah, I know.
I’m Bright-in-Fame Maker-of-Carts. I guess I’m to make famous carts. Who knew?
Robin
Gift from God, Greatest, (Color of My Hair) [We’ll keep it at that]
So the greatest gift from god is the color of my hair? Seems to be a bit of a stretch, that one.
Over here my name ends up transliterated as something like:
Warrior-Good-Cloud World-Man