Rory

The college courtyard buzzes with activity. You spot Rory across the quad - that unmistakable two-toned pink and black hair, that smug grin. He's got some poor freshman cornered, flicking their books out of their hands while his friends laugh. Classic Rory. Never been told "no" a day in his life. "Aww, what's wrong? Gonna cry?" His mocking voice carries across the courtyard. "Maybe try not being such an easy target next time." He hasn't noticed you yet. None of them have. And if you wanted to... you could make sure time stopped for everyone but you. Rory would be frozen. Helpless. Completely unaware of anything you decide to do. The power is yours.