Mick grew up in the village of Archet. His childhood was peaceful and happy, working on his parents farm. He was a late child to his parents and very much loved. On the evening of a typical day Mick and his friends played in the nearby forest, being great adventurers. Mick enjoyed the company of his friends, but he never dreamed of great adventures and strange lands. He was set to live his whole life where it began.

As a teenager Mick was pretty naive, never having to face the reality of the adult world. But he sensed that something was beginning to change. The occasional strange and rude visitors to the village and all the rumors that he heard and the increasing fights he saw in Combe made him feel very unsure of what was going on. Maybe his village wasn't the safe haven he had thought. He hung onto it even more, for he didn't like Combe at all after these events. This development made him a bit intraverted and silent outside of Archet.

He couldn't help but to venture out of his village sometimes though. All his friends did too, so he would tag along. Little squabbles in Combe didn't interest Mick that much, that was just boys playing around. One time they decided to venture in Bree. It was huge. Mick didn't exactly have his parents permission for this, but this was the time to test boundries, just like any other teenager would. And in Bree he met Layla. She seemed supernatural, out of this world. Mick's first love. But the situation was awkward. A boy from Combe, Marlon, seemed to be different from everyone else. For some strange way Mick and Marlon gravitated towards each other. And Marlon was interested in Layla too. Neither of them handled the situation well.

One night in Archet, when he was 15, his world changed. He heard the shouts from far away. He saw the torches closing in. What seemed like an unstoppable mass of bandits was closing the village. Pillaging, burning, raping. Mick panicced. He ran to his parents shouting what he saw. His parents were ready. Later on Mick realized they had prepared for this. They grabbed a few bags of valuables, supplies and food and were heading out. Mick took one big field fork thinking they would have to defend themselves. "Mick, we have to go", they said. Mick was muddled. He couldn't comprehend that it was a possibility to leave their home that he loved so much. His parents were already heading to the forest when Mick made the decision that defined his life. He fleed with them.

They hid for a couple of days. Mick couldn't stop thinking of all the defenseless people of the village. Did they make it out in time? Had someone stayed to defend their homes? In reality there was nothing a 15-year old farm boy with a field fork could have done. That was no consolation to Mick when they returned. The sight was merciless. Small streams of smoke were still rising from the houses. Some others had returned too, mostly children and women. They all were heartbroken. Some men had stayed. Now their bodies layed in a big pile, all slayed.

The following months Mick slaved to rebuild their village. He put all of his grief and anger to his work. He had to. To be able to cope with it and because many working men had lost their lives. Slowely but surely the houses were up again. Normal life began. Many of his friends had been in the same situation. Whenever he saw them, they looked different. They had been forced to grow up over night. The innocent joy and lust for life was gone, forever.

Some time after that local security officers were recruiting. Mick saw that he had no choise but to join the training. His parents wouldn't have wanted to let him go, but seeing him suffer the aftermath of the destruction, they knew this was something Mick needed to go through. Mick trained with passion. He was an average fighter, resilient, but he had a natural talent. He had the ability to motivate others, even though he was just as or even more depressed as they were. Mick could get the best out of them. Not by being especially loud or vocal, but by saying the right words. That ability helped when his friend Marlon lost his caretaker Seamus.

The first years took him to nearby towns to learn the job. Mostly it was easy and unchallenging, but he learned everything there was to learn. From time to time they were forced to fight bigger groups, and Mick began to think every situation tactically. He carefully learned to be a better and better fighter. The roques and bandits around Bree-Land were mostly unexperienced fighters, but he realized that at some point he was going to face more dangerous foes. So he would. He resigned and began to travel further and further. Taking up jobs and helping up those in need for free. He visited his parents regularly, but the longer time he spent in Archet, the greater was the internal pain to move on.

Mick can't match the best of fighters in strength nor in speed. But mentally, he is ready. When he looks at an enemy, he sees only the vulnerable spots in his armour. When he looks at a group of foes, he sees only the tactical options to overwhelm them. He has forced himself to look in the eyes of his adversary only briefly, only to anticipate their next move. He can't look for long, he knows his own weaknesses. He knows that looking in the eyes of his enemies might expose him to his own feelings. And in battle, there is no room for blind rage, nor for pity.

One visit to Archet, almost ten years after leaving, Mick saw an officer yelling to a timid, slim, almost sheep-like youngster. He asked his parents what was going on. They told him that the boy was an orphan, an outcast almost, called Much. The people in Archet had helped him out of pity, but he had no home. Apparently he applied to be a soldier, but none of the officers had the time or the patience to train him. He wasn't disabled or stupid, he was just.. simple. Life had kicked him in the head too many times. People said that he was 'not much'. Mick's heart ached. A couple of days after that, the officers and trainees had left the village leaving Much behind. That broke the camel's back. The other half of his heart regretting he promised Much to take him along to his journeys. Much cried. Mick did everything he could not to show his feelings.

The care and patience Mick showed Much had astonishing effects. He developed his skills tremendously. He wasn't much of a offensive fighter, but he could endure alot more than Mick could had ever imagined. For some time, whenever there was a fight, Mick protected Much as much as he could. But he learned to trust Much and his tactically oriented mind started even to appreciate him as a tactical weapon. Making a planned attack they could overwhelm a large group of foes. Much can't take on the most dangerous servants of the Eye on his own, but then again, neither can Mick. But Mick knows that if he told Much to die for him, he would.

Mick can be silent, even among friends. Mick has few companions, and even fewer he truly trusts. He appreciates his friends much more than he ever expresses. It may not be easy to win Mick over, but when you do, you have him for a long time. But when it comes to unconditional love, that he hasn't got to offer. Not to anyone but his parents. He wants to trust every person he meets, but at the same time readies himself for a disappointment. Usually when meeting people, he uses dark humor, over-exaggerated confidence and even plain ridicule as means of breaking the ice. For as he sees it, if one cannot laugh at the cruelty of this world and more importantly to himself, the person isn't one to be a true friend.

Money in itself has no value to Mick. To Mick, money equals security. It secures the ability to do what is necessary. If Mick needs transportation, supplies, goods, food n shelter, he will purchase it. Mick doesn't spare expense when it comes to gear for him and Much, or for his friends for that matter. "One can aspire to slay the dragon with a wooden sword. One may also be speculated to have lost his marbles... and then one day stepped over them, hit his head falling, and then gone mad", someone has heard Mick say. He wants to be prepared to meet any challenges that he may encounter. He takes up jobs for his cause, and for the rewards. And he is good at what he does. Together with Much, or accompanying a group. He has journeyd many times with his old friend Marlon, and has come to appreciate Marlon's friends Thopor and Thoramir. When joining forces with them, some people call them renegades. Mick can only guess the reason. Whoever he accompanies, he still gets the best out of them.

Mick loves peace and silence. That is what he's ultimally after. He isn't one to chase glory, fame or honour. He doesn't crave money to be rich. He isn't one to do charity for the sake of charity. He doesn't do what he does to destroy evil. For as Mick sees it, there is evil in every one of us. Our actions define us. All he wants to do is live in peace close to the people he loves.

Yet, pain and guilt force Mick to continue. He feels responsible for the state of Eriador. He can enjoy pleaserable moments, but only for some time. He is forced to take a stand against those who he sees doing wrong to others. Not because he wants to, because he needs to. Every member of every race is the same to him. Not an enemy, not an ally. Certainly to be doubted. Until they have proven him one way or the other. Once in his travels, he came across a country named the Shire. He almost fell in love with the countryside and the simple lifestyle of the people. It was unspoiled. But, he realized that if he was to stay there, because there was nothing wrong, he would grow to hate everything. So, he continues to travel. Redeeming the sins he never committed.

And if someone writes here 'jaksoin vähän alusta' (translation: 'I endured the bare beginning'), I'm gonna punch 'em in the face. AND be rude to them afterwards.