Ple-Sen
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Outcasts, nerds rejected by society, without friends or a personal life. They live in their own little world, their eyes are bloodshot, their skin is like parchment from spending too much time in basements, they have unkempt hair, and their heads are half-bald from a lack of vitamins. If a Necromancer wants to know the time and ventures outside, it will be difficult for him to ask a stranger. His heart will pound, and he will start sweating and crying. All Necromancers are unkissed virgins; none of them smoke, drink, or listen to music. They are disgusted by their frail bodies, which are constantly ill. Few of them have hobbies; they mostly read pathetic black magic literature written by other outcasts.
That is why embittered, nerdy Necromancers, for whom there is nothing in this world worth living for, want to destroy or enslave everyone, and they learn to raise the dead. To control an army of the dead, you don't need charisma or great intelligence. A dead person won't point a finger at their master or laugh at how much of a loser they are. A dead person will simply do their job.
That's what I thought of recently.
In my book, the Necromancers are not like that; for example, there is a descendant of an elven king, who is also a lover of all kinds of wines, but he is a Necromancer and was a leader among the living (a terrorist pro-elven organization). So, Necromancers are different everywhere; it all depends on the author's imagination