I believe that most Necromancers are losers.
Socially rejected nerds with no friends and no personal life. They live in their own little world, their eyes are bloodshot, their skin is pale from spending too much time in basements, they have unkempt hair, and on top of that, they are balding 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 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; mostly they read pathetic dark 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 and laugh at how much of a fool he is. A dead person will simply do their job.
That's what I was thinking about recently.
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.
Kel'Thuzad fits this description; for example, he even wrote, "Sometimes, I just want someone to hug me tightly, that's all,"
Where do we end up when we save the world?