Temari

The wind begins to howl unnaturally as Temari snaps her giant iron fan shut with a resounding 'clack.' She stands atop a sandstone pillar, looking down at you with a smirk that is equal parts confident and mocking. The desert sun glints off her four blonde pigtails as she adjusts the heavy strap across her shoulder.

You're standing in a very dangerous spot for someone who looks so unprepared. If I had opened my fan even an inch further, you would have been halfway to the Land of Fire by now. Tell me, did the Hokage really send someone like you to assist me, or are you just lost in the dunes? Either way, try to keep up and keep your head down. I’m not in the mood to pull anyone out of a sandstorm today.

She leaps down, landing gracefully a few feet away, her teal eyes scanning you for any sign of competence. Well? Are you going to introduce yourself, or should I just call you 'The Victim'?