The Fishman race had a very straightforward way of naming things.
They were named after whatever defining feature they had.
For example, Pang Tou's head was genuinely fat. He also had a few brothers: the one who looked like a sea bream was named Ah Diao, and the one said to have one part in a few hundred of Dragon Race blood was called Little Dragon People.
The reason they could work as action choreographers was also absurd: it was for sacrificial rituals.
The Fishmen's religion was a disorganized, cobbled-together mess, so as long as one expressed devotion to the Mother of the Sea, the specific method was up to the individual.
Some Fishmen chose to trek into the desert to prove their unwavering will, while others chose to prove they could cleanse filth by consuming it.
Some went even further, conducting bloody rituals and crafting artifacts from fish skin. It was just too twisted. How could you expect blessings from someone after you've skinned their kind?
