That One White Gentleman, Dakota(Rating, no clue)

I go by the name Dakota
But you can call me Kota if you wish
I am a mere 9 years old
I am but a Humble Stallion
I am of Friesian descent
I stand at 17.2 HH
My coat is none other then the Snowiest Of Whites
As is my mane and tail
No markings hinder me on my body

I consider myself a gentleman. I shall always try and help a mare in need and to try and cheer her up. I usually make it my goal to help that one mare in need and do whatever I can for her. I have never raised my voice at someone before and will generally avoid fighting if able to. That does not mean I cannot fight. No, on the contrary, I am an excellent fighter and I shall lay down my life to protect something I deem worthy. I know when to go give up and when it's time to stop. But that does not mean that I shall stop. Indeed, I am a stubborn stallion by nature and curious as well. I always mean to do well for others, but sometimes I just happen to annoy them. I see myself as a warm hearted stallion, but not so much when angered. There is not much that angers me, as I can definately control my nearly non-existant temper. But if you do, watch out, as I'm not very forgiving once you have reached that stage. However, I can get frustrated quite easily and say I am going to give up on something. I shall walk away, but sooner or later, i'm back to finish what I started. I shall never back down and will make it my life's work to help a mare in need. I don't like attachments and am afraid of failure.

The reason I am me is quite simple, actually. When I was a mere foal, a very young colt, indeed, my dam had a very hard life. She had some type of disease. And though, try as I might, she only got worse. I had to watch as she slowly died infront of my eyes. She lasted until I became a yearling before she finally passed away, a slow and agonizing death for her last moments. I am often haunted by those memories of that day, and it only drives me harder to help those mares in need around the world. I am definately a traveller. I don't like to stay in one place for too long. Help one mare and move on to the next. I don't like to attach myself to others, afraid that they'll die like my dam did. Once I have helped a mare, I don't stay to see if she'll stay the way I had left her. I guess, it's time for me to find the next mare to help. To fix and to to leave, never to see her again. Just like every other time. Nothing shall ever change. I won't let it.

My dam was called Sphinx
Whilst my sire was called Hachi
I never actually met my sire, but have heard stories from my dam.
I have an older sister named Skye
And I also have an older brother named Wolfe
I am taken by No One
And it shall stay that way
I have No Foals that I know about
But who knows?
Maybe I have one out there, somewhere.