My name roughly translates to "Bringer of Prosperity, Peace, and Awesomeness," in a now extinct dialect spoken only by the residents of a remote Pacific group of islands. It is what I overheard the natives chanting after I'd singlehandedly slayed the giant demonic Dixhathi-iu, or "Great Infernal Harbinger." They did not show proper gratitude, so I unleashed a plague upon their civilization. Many died of illness or starvation. The name is now exalted and feared; spoken only in whisper by the few who managed to survive my wrath.
Actually the real reason is because it's 'Htapoics' backwards.