Zoltan Thule has a completely awesome name that somehow always makes everyone think she has a lisp.
“It’s a name out of antiquity,” she insists, lightning crackling around her power gauntlet. “On maps it signified the region too far north to be charted! It symbolizes how I gained my power in a quest that took me deep into the ice of–”
“Uh huh,” nods the DMV lady. “And is that S-U-L-E or is it spelled like the city in Korea?”
Eventually she just gets the stupid license with the name spelled wrong. Reindeer bouncers never check ID anyway.