When you spend several decades believing your background is from one part of the world and then you find out that all of it is a lie, what do you do?
Jim just found out that he's not Russian, German, or Polish. He's actually a Viking?!?
He doesn't fancy himself much of a conqueror. He doesn't eat giant turkey legs or drink goblets of mead. But he has confirmed through DNA testing that his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great ancestors hail from the land of ice and snow.
So now we need to come up with a proper Viking name. All the good ones are taken: Erik The Red, Ivar the Boneless, Thor. What should we pick?