My alias came from the oldest days of computer BBSes, when we first hooked up 300-baud modems to workstations at the university. I called myself DRACOPOLITICIAN because it was the mid-80's and the Religious Right were having a go at Dungeons & Dragons-players, even getting ordinary reporters to call us the children of Satan on the air, so I did some stuff to fight back, possibly the only advocacy of its kind. A certain computer BBS though limited aliases to 9 letters so I scrunched it to DRACONIAN.
There was a whole amusing back-story to my BBS persona. Draconian was a dragon from a planet with a dying purple sun, who neckered to our dimension. He learned English from stolen videos, but had something of the wrong idea of phrases used in normal human discourse. "Make my day, punk!" "You talking to me? You talking to ME?" He's got no mammalian part of the brain, so does not see issues in ooey-gooey emotional shadings. This plus his typical glaring look ("I'm not glaring at you. If I were glaring at you I would do THIS...[plastic buttons melt, hair singes]") makes humans uneasy. But Draconian has a cat-calendar in his house ("Draconian LIKES cute, furry little kitty-cats!") Go figure. Mousetraps work a little differently on Draconian's homeworld, where they are in fact mammal-traps. The mammal is caught, stretched out, a brush shoots out the side of the trap to slather the mammal with "Special Sauce" and then a little triangle and clapper shoots out the other side to signal that the snack is ready. The dragons were dedicated to capturing and eating every mammal they could, before any mammals could (heaven forbid!) evolve intelligence.