You are a Mad Scientist/Necromancer. You have been cast out by society, usually by being kicked out of college for being a loon, or committing a crime against humanity or something. It's by a stroke of luck that you have secured yourself shelter to live in and hopefully the means to get groceries. The world has seen your research on an earthquake bombs. The artifacts from an ancient catacomb that you got on eBay. They think you're losers, and potential threats to society. That seems to be true of a number of you sorts given the fact you tend to make arch-enemies of each other. Arch-enemies who, in your respective opinions feel must be destroyed by some outrageous device or spell of conjuration. But perhaps deep down, you all seek some sort of success. Some sort of success that can be achieved only through your diabolical trade.