I once wrote a godaweful love story that was actually a bit of fan-fic about people in my gaming guild.
Had more fun twisting everyones name about so they would know who they were without anyone else guessing, than I did writing the actual story.
The thing about character names that give away bits about the character Longbow, Mace, Smith even, are usually ones chosen by the character themselves.
You go to a new place where no one knows you and someone asks you your name, why wouldnt you take the chance to remake you life in the fashion you want it.
Those characters who cant remake themselves with a simple name change, and stay stuck with the names they were born with, I do think what their parents would have thought, what hopes they would have tried to instill in their child, what skills they would have encouraged and even pushed because they themselves valued them.
My favorite line about names comes from The Scarlet Ibis. I think that's its name. we read it in primary school. Narrated by the older brother of two young boys, his first comment about his brother is about his name. How his parents must have thought his brother was going to die young because the name they picked was so old and stuffy it could only look good on a grave stone, not the sort of thing a person could actually wear.
He then goes on to tell us how he picked his brothers nickname when he did manage to survive long enough to be a toddler and prove that his name didnt fit him yet.
It stuck in my head though, that what ever name I give a thing; Character, pet, or person. It will have to wear that name where ever it goes. And spend its life trying to live up to it, or change it.
For me, names are like fate. Something your handed and then have to deal with for the rest of your life.