AND MORE IMPORTANTLY!
Can i be a Warforged necromancer, who used to be a fighter until he found a spell tome while bashing a cultist's face in. The tome, of course, was bound in questionable black leather, and professed to contain the secrets of life and death, and sometimes whispers demonic obscenities when no one is looking directly at it. The Warforged knows plainly how he himself works - he can just pop off his chassis and it's clear as day - but humanoids are something of a mystery to him, so he picked up the book, read it cover to cover, and took it as the gospel truth.
So he adventures through the countryside, a bit perplexed as to why people react so violently to him raising the remains of their loved ones, misinterpreting it as him simply not doing a good enough job of it. Humanoids must be born naturals at this, he reasons, because they always manage to make additional small humanoids when no one else is looking. He wants to master the art of necromancy because he figures that, maybe, if he's able to make humans as well as any human, he could become a real human himself, someday.