I confess that the misnomer has a nice ring to it. But, alas, “Greylord” is more a title than a name, and must be conferred by others after it has been well-earned. I’ve not qualified.
I don’t care to be the philosophical equivalent of pinhead singers like “Prince” and “Lady” Gargoyle.
My current pseudonym has been carefully chosen for suitability, and is the name I write under.
Still, if there was anyone capable of and willing to confer such a title, and it came with a decent house in the middle of 40 acres of woods and was surrounded by a nice, crocodile filled moat, I’d take a serious look at it. The place would need internet service too, by the way.
Titles are bizarre things, like royalty. Royalty implies, despite decades of contrary evidence, that qualities of mind and spirit can be genetically inherited. IMO titles are occasionally deserved, but only if they are conferred by people and die with the original owner. Though I only liked one of his songs, Elvis was, in this sense, the King of his peculiar domain.
Individuals who invent quasi-royal names for themselves are, IMO, wishful pigs. Posters who name themselves after great leaders or thinkers are generally people who would require hard thought to lead themselves out of a wet paper bag.