Continuing in my big reptilian alien trend, my new OCs will be these thingies...
Chasmosaurinites: A large, reptilian race with an average height of about 9 feet tall. They have heads remarkably similar to a Triceratops, complete with horns and a neck frill that would reach their first shoulders if they layed it flat against their back. Their faces are soft and expressive, though, and they have muzzles ending in mouths instead of a beak. Their bodies are a bit like Randall from Monsters Inc.: long, low-slung, and gecko-esque with three sets of legs and no tails. They usually walk on their back four and use their front two legs to handle objects. Each of their feet has three front fingers and a back finger, all ending in a dull black claw. If they get real excited, they jump up on their back two legs and clap with all four front legs. They can't do it for long, though, because they weigh roughly a ton each and can be as big around as a Volkswagon beetle.
They all come in a dusty shade of orange, and the only way to tell a male from a female is the fact that females are slightly bigger and hold their head higher. (Even their voices are generally deep and masculine.)The Chasmosaurinites (Chasmos for short, although it's got a bit of a racial stigma attached to it) don't wear clothes in general, although they will tie flowers around their horns if they're an important event.
And now, specific Chasmos:
Grook: A female racer, 8'4". She's old-hat when it comes to racing; been doing it for hundred of Earth years, and her family was doing it loooooong before she was even hatched. Grook is a proud mother who'll show off her kids (they're still eggs at this point, and will be for another 25 Earth years) right after her numerous racing trophies. She is generally polite, if not exactly friendly, but she will defend her personal space with a quick jab of her horns. Grook, like most of her species, has trouble looking people in the eye; she thinks people who try to make eye contact are weirdos and will refuse to talk to them.
Tra (pronounced "troh", with the short o sound): A male medic, 7'11". Tra is very, very old and very fat. He can barely see anymore, treating injuries by touch and smell instead of sight. Tra is incredibly grumpy and paranoid as a result of his near-blindness; the only person he'll let near him is Grook, his great-great-(repeat 17 times) granddaughter, who acts as his seeing-eye-person. His horns are short and dull, and they hurt when they are touched, so he instead bites people who enter his personal bubble. Luckily, Tra no longer has teeth, so intruders rarely feel anything other than a hard pressure and lots of drool.
Dreedreedree: A female mechanic, 8'1". Dreedreedree is the team's mechanic and PR associate. She talks much faster than Grook and Tra and is quick to spout how wonderful her team (and their sponsors) are. It's her job to make others feel comfortable around her teammates, so she simply REEKS of sleazy car lot salesman... woman. She's even tried to adopt a more feminine voice to appeal to potential customers, but instead sounds like a drag queen. Dreedreedree is Tra's great-great-(repeat 21 times) grandneice. As a result of her job, Dreedreedree's lower-front-arms had been permanently stained black. She doesn't mind, though, because they kind of look like gloves, and she thinks gloves are kinda cool.
That's not bad for on-the-spot character making. I'll try to draw them later.