Mick was a former baseball star. Nobody could play the sport quite like him. He has shattered records that may never be broken, and he would go on to retire from the sport early in his career wanting to go out on a high note. To be remembered not as someone who overstayed their welcome, but for how good he was when he was around. However, shortly after his retirement, he met a very little being. On the surface, this individual looked very similar to the well known grandfather of all, Louis, only far smaller. While confused at first, the tiny creature introduced himself only as Ballkind who would stare up at Mick with a large grin on his face. Apparently, Ballkind had known of Mick for quite some time, and had been planning this exact moment for them to meet. No one is certain what happened after their first meeting, but ever since that day, Mick carries Ballkind around with him everywhere he goes, even going as far as to disguise him as an actual baseball. Soon enough, Mick rejoined his former team and coordinated replacing the actual ball with his own, allowing him to perform even better than before. This worked well for some time, before it was discovered just exactly what he was doing.

This discovery would destroy Mick's career, and shun him from the entire industry forever. Yet for some reason, upon hearing this news, Mick simply stared blankly at the "baseball" in his hand as it looked back at him with the same large grin. The next thing Mick knew, he was walking towards the Arena, spotting someone else about to sign up. Ballkind then whispered a few words to Mick and instructed him on what to do next.

Keeping Ballkind hidden away in his ball cap. Mick approached bricklayer and fellow competitor Bates. Telling him he was looking for a partner in the Arena's upcoming tournament. At least, it seemed as though it was Mick talking. Bates couldn't really tell, as it seemed odd to him that Mick's mouth never opened. Yet he could still hear a voice coming from him, almost sounding as if it was coming from beneath his ball cap. Bates wasn't sure why someone of Mick's caliber would be looking for a guy like himself. He also wasn't really interested in joining the team anyway as he wasn't even a fighter. Just a guy with some bricks, repairing walls when needed. So despite the offer, Bates politely declined. However, at that moment, sweat began to pour down Mick's face and he almost looked like he was shaking. At that moment he tilted his ball cap upward, and grabbed something from under it. Mick then produced BallKind and presented him for direct communication. Bates however thought it was a regular baseball, grabbing it and giving it a toss upward before Mick would quickly snatch the ball back from him. This confused Bates until he looked closer at the ball and saw a fairly irritated looking frown upon it. What was even more strange was it almost immediately shifted into a wide grin. Then it began to speak.

"Brickman, would you kindly join our team for this upcoming tournament? Surely you would want that prize money for that daughter and grandson of yours…" The expression fading from smile to frown.

Bates was taken aback by what he had just heard. How could this baseball talk? How was it smiling and how did it know Bates personal information? Regardless, he was too nervous to question anything, and simply nodded in agreement. The baseball's expression suddenly shifted back to the large smile and he said "Perfect…I will now be your new manager. Don't tell anyone this but my name is…" Ballkind hesitated for a moment, before saying "You can just call me…Ballkind. After all, I don't suppose you, Mr. Brickman tell your name to each of your bricks you use as a means to an end? Goodbye for now." Ballkind then turned to face Mick who returned him back inside his ball cap. Bates then watched as Mick's eyes became a crimson red color and he turned and walked away.

Ballkind would speak to Mick all the time, and recently he has been talking much of some grand scheme he is putting into place, all the while Mick would stand there silently. Ballkind mentioning that every single thing that happens down to every last detail, was all fate having predetermined his plan to be a success. While he had Bates join their Season 3 Grand Ball Cup team, they did not advance far at all into the tournament and were eliminated. Season 4 team forming would begin and Ballkind once again geared up for more action. He instructed Mick to place him atop his bat, and lift it straight into the air. Gazing out at the scattered participants forming teams. Ballkind spotted a pair of combatants who seemed to be off by themselves. He would then have Mick throw him upward, allowing him to land a perfect hit with his bat, sending him straight to the targeted duo. After being picked up by one of them. Ballkind would attempt to introduce himself.

The first of the two was Buckley, sporting two horns in his head, who despite resenting the fact that people cast him out because of them, still enjoys having them, taking pride in something that makes him unique. The other was a glaive wielding Gilhene. Who was still finding her confidence in her abilities using said glaive. Ballkind knew instantly that these two would make prime servants of his will. So he jumped right into action. "Hello there, my name is Ballkind. I couldn't help but notice you two appear to have a fair degree of potent-"

Ballkind was cut off as Buckley got too scared holding the talking ball. Throwing the ball instinctively as quickly as possible. Sending the baseball hurdling away, only to be instantly caught in the mitt of Mick. Who wasn't even looking in the direction Ballkind was coming from. Mick would then walk Ballkind back over to the two. "Let me try this again." He would say.

"I want you two to be part of my team, and I will become your new ma-" Once more Buckley could not help himself. Something about this creature unnerved him greatly and he could not help but reflexively attempt to get it away from himself. As Buckley charged at Ballkind in Mick's glove, the baseball would sigh and open its mouth just as the man with horns would end up charging right into it. The ball somehow consumed the entire man in one swift motion. Gilhene was shocked to see this small talking object consume a whole person. But before she knew it she too was consumed in a flash. No sooner were they gone were they returned to their positions they were standing before. The pair suddenly realized that this whole time, this was all just a meeting with their good old manager Ballkind!

To this day Mick doesn't speak. Many would say at this point he exists as nothing more than a vessel by which Ballkind can move around. In battle he is ruthless and puts no emotion into the fight whatsoever. Focusing purely on the task given to him by his manager, no matter the cost. The person Mick once was may or may not be within him at this point. But the Mick of yesterday exists only in the memories of his fans, for the Mick of today is something else entirely. Some say that as he fights, those on the receiving end of his bat swear they sometimes can see two distinctly large and red horns protruding from Mick's head. Along with his eyes appearing a deep crimson red. The particularly sharp eyed Umbra has even mentioned noticing Mick sometimes shedding a red colored tear or two every now and then from a distance.