Your name is forgotten in the mud, dirt, and blood. You are simply "Borg".
You joined this hellish war because you struggle with a ghastly addiction to the taste of blood. The endless fighting has left you with a broken blood vessel in your left eye.
To deal with the atrocities of wartime, you cope by cataloging every injury in your diary.
This war has rattled you to the core. Start with 2 (d2) SHOCK and PRIMAL FEAR. Next SHOCK roll is d6.