Jong is my real name. My grandpa consulted village elders to get this name, and it means great deeds at the break of dawn or something like that. I guess they wanted me to deliver milk or newspaper when I grew up. I have no idea how Asians fit so much meaning into one syllable. If you work at Burger King, and my dad comes up to you and says whoppaaaaa, give him the whopper combo meal extra cheese no tomato no mayo with diet coke, because that’s what he means.
I am terrible at naming things. I spazed out infront of the character creation screen, picked out the whitest blond belf, and gave it an Asian name. Luckily, I wasn’t on an RP server.
“Bal’a dash, malanore. I am High Arcanist Thesta’lonicleus of Eversong Woods. Where dost thou hail from?”
“Oh, herro Testicle of Nickle LOLs. I am the whitest blond belf. My name Jong Kung-Pow of Shaolin Wootang Tigers.”
“Uh… well… Al diel shala, and may the Gates of Sin’dorei be open for you, always.”
“Oh, ssang kyu. Extra egg foo-yong for you everyday too.