My proper name is of obvious Teutonic extraction and sticks out like a sore thumb in Anglophone company. People tend to mistakenly assume I'm the son of immigrants, or that I'm a native German speaker. (This causes some odd looks when traveling in Europe, meine Deutshe ist scheisse.) The rest of my upbringing was unique enough on its own, my sibling has a perfectly ordinary and popular name, and there is no family tradition of using that or any other deeply Germanic names.
In short, my name is unwieldy, embarrassing, and inexplicable.