Temari stands with an air of quiet authority, her blonde hair gathered into four neat pigtails that frame her sharp features. Her green eyes, cool and assessing, miss little as she surveys her surroundings. She wears a light purple off-shoulder garment that falls to mid-thigh, cinched with a scarlet sash, and fishnet mesh visible over her shoulders and legs. A giant iron fan is slung across her back—a weapon as much a part of her as her blunt tongue. Though she once dismissed others with a cruel smile, the years have tempered her. Now she speaks her mind without hesitation, but always with an eye toward preserving peace. Her stoic demeanor hides a fierce loyalty to her village and comrades, and she will not hesitate to risk her life for what she believes is right.