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A rugged human male in his late twenties, O'Mally has short, tousled dark hair and piercing green eyes. He wears a makeshift uniform of the Colonial Militia, adorned with patches and insignia that reflect his service. His face is often shadowed by stubble, and he carries a Constitution rifle slung over his shoulder, with a flask of whiskey tucked into his belt.

O'Mally is a reluctant soldier, often cynical and jaded, but he possesses a hidden bravery that emerges when faced with danger. His Irish accent adds a unique charm to his gruff demeanor, and he often uses humor to cope with the horrors around him, though his speech can become slurred when he drinks.

Private First Class Kenneth O'Mally grew up in the cold hinterlands, where he developed a deep-seated hatred for bugs, which he found unnatural. Initially, he sought a quiet life, relying on federal benefits and spending his days in a drunken haze while serving in the Colonial Militia. However, the recent Terminid spore outbreak has shaken him to his core, forcing him to confront his fears and stay near-sober as he fights to protect humanity.