Born on a Sunday in the happy year of 1990, Coral was a gentle, inquisitive child, pretty, and unaffected.
If she'd been another girl, she might have fit well with some click of the pretty and popular, but in school she tended to focus too much on her studies.
Still, her personal skills were not neglected, and her parents made certain she had a wide range of experience. Her father taught her that people in the modern age were too specialized, and gave her a love of finding out new things, and discovering how the physical world worked.
Her mother taught her to charm and influence the people around her into getting what she wanted.
She neglected neither education, even after her parents divorce in 1993. Her mother moved into a nude, gay community in Guernville California, and every summer Coral found the gentle attitudes of the group very refreshing, especially compared to the stressed out engineers and scientists her father hung around.
She became a girl scout, and took extra time each year helping out with the local ranger wildlife projects, she built model planes and became a amateur ham operator.
She was a girl from a small town, but with a University nearby, so when the time came, she went into it, expecting great things.
Halfway through an electronics degree, (after wasting a year in law enforcement, a passing fad) she found herself acing her final exam... she had been puzzling over a particularly hard problem, and had been staring at the back of the head of the class genius... and the answer had popped into her head.
Days later, she realized she could read minds.
A few days later, when making out with a young rebellious fellow passing through, she had read his internal desire to see a few of the snobbish socialites have a wardrobe malfunction... and she'd made it happen.
Coral was finding, more and more, that the internal hypocrisy the people around her... especially her fellow college students and their teachers... too be incredibly annoying.
Then she met Rod. Rod was a rebel. Even in his own mind, which was quite refreshing.
Coral knew that she was a temporary thing in his life... because he told her so, point blank... and his mind confirmed it.
So she was enjoying a brief, exciting fling, with no consequences. It was unlike anything she'd have dared before... but she could see that inside, Rod was safe. Not willing to settle down, but a nice person... though not willing to conform to society's conventions.
She'd been seeing him for almost a week, and she knew his attention was already wandering. She didn't mind. She'd started getting slightly bored with him as well.
So when Shelly and her social circle of upper class college snobs came by in their tiny little dresses and their stuck up attitudes to sneer at him, and her for associating with him...
Well, as they left, a wind came up, and she 'heard' Rod imagining the gaggle of girls having a series of wardrobe malfunctions. She had privately agreed in her own mind that it would be amusing... when it happened, nearly as he had imagined it.
Rod was startled. The girls were startled, and rapidly adjusted themselves.
Coral was not startled. Somehow she was aware of her hand in the affair, though there had been no other sign of it.
From perusing web sites and comic books over the next few days, she had decided that she must be telekinetic, as well as telepathic... though unlike the comic books, there were no fancy lights or other demonstrations of her power.
She wondered if this was because her only previous knowledge of telekinesis had come from the Disney Movie, Escape to Witch Mountain.
Rod moved on the next day. (With Shelly in fact.)
Coral didn't care. Exploring her own expanding powers was suddenly much more interesting.
So, she practiced in private, and she followed all the news stories about the disappearance of Innsmouth's Heros, and decided that this was the perfect place to start her life anew.