C: Charlotte Lucas

"I am not romantic, you know.  I never was.  I ask only a comfortable home; and considering Mr. Collins’s character, connections, and situation in life, I am convinced that my chance of happiness with him is as fair as most people can boast on entering the marriage state."

Charlotte Lucas reminds me of several of my friends. Solid people. If there is one word to describe her, it is...practical. She is often eclipsed by her best friend, the bubbly, passionate Elizabeth Bennett. A lot has been written about Charlotte's choice of a husband and maybe that perhaps there was nothing to choose. But I don't agree with most.
Of course Charlotte isn't reckless and she isn't adventurous. But what is wonderful about her is that she doesn't miss the romance. None of that adventurer-wannabe business for her. She knows herself.
When I first read Pride and Prejudice as a teenager, I was appalled that someone could agree to the marriage proposal put forth by the absurdly pompous, the ever so boring and almost servile Mr. Collins, that too so soon after he was rejected by the colorful Elizabeth. Certainly Charlotte ought to have her head examined! The man who had propositioned her was a plain chappie spewing volumes and volumes of words at every occasion and buttering up Lady Catherine, the severe, starched up patron of Mr. Collins.
But.
Charlotte saw beyond all that pomp and show and saw the steady nature of Mr.Collins. He was well settled and life would be fine. She looked deeper than the skin. Very mature.
Often it's easy to misjudge Charlotte, after all her personality is juxtaposed against that of her best friend, strong and romantic Elizabeth Bennett. Charlotte knows the situation she is in, More importantly she knows who she is. Which I believe is the most important virtue in a mature person. I have known many girls like that. Girls who are pragmatic to the core. Most of those girls are happy and content and by the way, still married after years.
But it took me several years to appreciate who Charlotte is. For me, she stood for all the girls in the world who are normal, who have their heads on their shoulders and feet planted firmly on the ground. I'm sure her description that she was plain and not pretty was Victorian. I have yet to meet a normal girl who isn't pretty.
There is a nice treatise on her here which I know you'll enjoy. I shall, in the meantime get back to Pride and Prejudice for the nth time.  A book worthy of a cold spring night and a large cup of cocoa. Lady Catherine is going to get it from Elizabeth. I love this part. Both are very unlike Charlotte. And both, (Lady Catherine in her own haughty way) like Charlotte.

B: Bertram Wooster

What ho!" I said.
"What ho!" said Motty.
"What ho! What ho!"
"What ho! What ho! What ho!"
After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation. 

I was introduced to Bertie Wooster years ago in high school. Superlative writing by P.G.Wodehouse.
An idle rich fellow, Bertie's main job is  to entertain his many readers with his various escapades. Aristocrat and thoroughly spoiled by his butler, but a kindly guy. Always ready to go out on a limb for his friends and family, which invariably means that he gets entangled in a thick soup and needs to be rescued by his gentleman, in return for giving up his pink ties and checked suits. More about Jeeves later.
Bertie's family comprised of a medley of characters ranging from the formidable Aunt Agatha and almost adorable Aunt Dahlia and crazy Uncle George. And he is surrounded by folks with the names like Gussy Fink-Nottle and Tuppy Glossop.
But what gets my funny bone is his story telling. He has an admirable way with words. For example, Jeeves never walked. He always staggered in, floating noiselessly or projects himself into the room. Bertram Wilberforce Wooster's breakfasts with eggs and b., his b-and-s drinks and his incomparable descriptions all makes for delectably delicious reading.

"It was a simple, healthy life, and it seemed to suit poor old Freddie absolutely. Once the moon was up and the breeze sighing in the trees, you couldn't drag him from that beach with ropes. He became quite a popular pet with the mosquitoes. They would hang round waiting for him to come out, and would give a miss to perfectly good strollers just so as to be in good condition for him."

A: Ariana

She came to me in November 2011 during NaNoWriMo, all in a fog. 
In a fog for two reasons. 
First she had amnesia, no idea where she hailed from, who she was really, where her family was, and more importantly what her family was. 
Second, I was writing off the cuff without any outline. Running blind so to speak. Ariana Storm is my novel's protagonist.
As to where her family was, they were all very near (yet, so very far) all the time: on Zym, one of the worlds parallel to the Earth. My first draft  recorded her adventures in the magical world of Zym. And an adventure it was, with her battles with several demons, within and without. As I wrote my second draft, however I discovered her deepest fears and dreams. An artist, she was a vulnerable girl, afraid to hurt anything and a soul seeped in empathy. I realized that the novel is basically about her discovering herself, her past and what her family is.
Its during this journey that Ariana comes face to face with the catastrophe that awaits her.

If she doesn't regain her memory in mere weeks, not just her family but the entire Zym would be plunged into a murky night that meant the destruction of goodness in all worlds. Because, for all her weaknesses and her soft nature, she and only she possesses the weapon against the eternal darkness hurled by evil Sepiroth.