Cornelius Drake is a haunted man, after the death of his mother and father he went to work in the mines and eventually was noticed for his knack for alchemy by Benazel. Glad to rid himself of the lingering memories of the mine shaft he took up apprenticeship under Benazel and began working in the lab, his natural talents and intelligence a boon to his master. Angry about his lot in life Cornelius frequents anywhere that offers a strong bottle. He is family friends with the Constance sisters and has tried to keep an eye on them after their father died in the mines.
Cornelius obtained the map to the Whispering Cairn one night in exchange for not causing further bodily harm to a man who had tried to rough up one of the girls at the Midnight Salute (Drake’s common haunt). He took the map to his acquaintance Alexander who noted its value and helped to formulate the plan to investigate the Cairn in the name of wealth and its possibilities. Cornelius then recruited Liberty Grace of the Grace sisters to join him in this endeavor knowing that just he and Xan would be outmatched.
Drake’s reasons for this venture aren’t common knowledge to his allies and he isn’t one to talk about them, but unbeknownst to many he holds a deep grudge. His life was defined by the mine and its corruption, everything good and bad coming out of the mine passes through unclean hands at the top. Hands that hold no care for anything but their own entertainment. He holds no compunction to overthrowing or destroying those that treat Diamond Lake like their personal wicked playground where they may bully the weak and innocent.
Cornelius Drake is a big man, taller than most humans and corded with tight muscles. His wiry frame is usually concealed in a set of leathers and apron. His hair is wild and dark from soot and his pale skin is perpetually blanched from alchemical dust, soot and smoke. He adventures with a kit of vials, mixtures and alchemist reagents at the ready as that makes up most of his arsenal. He doesn’t carry a weapon at his side, preferring to resort to his fists in a dust-up.