From The Urban Dead Wiki
Rockefella Plaza; the scion of the Plaza line; the last remaining Plaza; a great disappointment to old Mama and Papa Plaza, if truth be told.
Mr Plaza, as he likes to be known; or Rocky as he usually is is a very proud member of the Burchell Arms Regulars (please see our forum for more detail Abandon pants all ye who enter here) or, if you're scared you can check the Wiki pages [draft beer and dryroasted nuts]; a band of brothers stuck in the North East drinking heavily and kicking ass and taking names and making buggy and often paper-based databases of those names.
Not that Rocky kicks ass; he's not an ass-kicker; he's a wit, raconteur, showman and bon viveur; he's happier with a glass of sherry and a fine cigar and a chum playing on the old Joanna than with his weapon in hand quivering angrily at the latest zombie depredation.
He does realise that he should help out and as such spends his time making FAKs out of Elastoplast, Calpol, Vicks Vaporub and any discarded asthma inhalers he can find lying around; and creeping around unlit NT buildings trying to avoid all those sharps the local council haven't bothered to clean up.
A good few years of toadying, lickspittlin', arse-kissing and general, allround cavassing has seen those poor, deluded fools in the Regulars appoint young Rocky as one of the BAR Owners. Quite what that means for the future, remains to be seen.
Oh, and if you see him about, say "Hi"; you could have a chat and a small sherry; please do not PK him, he's, like, totally inoffensive.
Inoffensive except to blackguards, mountebanks, second storey men and general lowlifes on the Burchell Arms Deadbeat List. And then, some of them have the sheer temerity to complain to the RG despite being griefers and so there's this bounty on his head. Luckily, he keeps a snickers on his head to balance it all out. You know who you are, EiH, WW and CsZs