Hi, I'm Vael.
Illustrator, 3D artist, and writer, working on my sci-fi/cyber novel "Asphalt Hunter".
I also draw commissions and offer a wide range, from cyberpunk to fantasy and tech-based characters to animals and hybrid creatures.
If you're interested, contact me via Mail or Discord. ↓

CONTACT

COMMISSIONS

PORTRAIT

Full Rendered.....................100 €
Line Art..................................60 €

HALF BODY

Full Rendered....................180 €
Line Art..................................90 €

FULL BODY

Full Rendered....................260 €
Line Art..................................150 €

SKETCH

Portrait.................................40 €
Half Body..............................60 €
Full Body................................90 €
Mood (5-6 Heads).............160 €

TERMS OF SERVICE

By commissioning me, you are agreeing to the following terms and conditions

Instructions

► Contact me via mail
► [email protected] or mail button on Home.
► please give me a description of your character(s)
► (optionally) describe how they should be displayed: certain actions, poses or emotions, any important attributes/ colors
► links/references/ pinterest boards are always welcomed
► A description should include the following things: Age, gender, race, ethnicity, body type, skin color, hair color/style, eye color, genre/era, special features like tattoos, scars etc.

General

► Terms of Service and Prices are subject to change at anytime. You are only subject to the ToS and prices agreed upon at the time of the transaction.
► Every additional character costs the same as the first one.
► I reserve the right to change prices due to high complexity of a character. (Example: Full Cyborg with highly detailed Cybertech)
► I reserve the right to reject a commission for any reason.
► All artwork is transferred digitally.► Keep in mind
► I WILL DRAW: detailed character drawings with a focus on showing the design and personality of your character - this includes most styles (e.g. fantasy, cyberpunk, scifi, tech, cyborg, pen'n'paper...), also gore and NSFW.
► I WILL NOT DRAW: Racism, homophobia, transphobia, rape etc. and reserve the right to reject the commission if it contradicts my ethics.

Payment

► Payments will only be accepted through PayPal in Euro.
► I require full payment before starting a commission.

Deadlines / WIPs / Changes

► Depending on my workload, the turnaround time should take no longer than 2 - 4 weeks.
► I will provide an estimate time for completion, and/or indicate if there is a delay in completing your commission.► I will send a sketch if requested, to which changes can be made.
► If the sketch is according to your wishes I start the drawing process.
► I only send one WIP and only if requested during the process.
► Any major changes to the final image will incur costs.

Usage Policy

► My artwork is for PERSONAL USE only!
► No commercial use of my artwork is allowed.
► I reserve the right to my artwork and the right to post it.
► If you would like your commission to be private, please let me know!
► If you'd be interested in a commission for commercial usage, any greater commercial project or contract work or 3D Character, please contact me via mail.

3D Works

► If you want a 3D-work, please contact me by mail.
► I studied Game Design and graduated in the field -3D Character Design.
► I'm able to deliver the character/model (also hardsurface/machines) in high and low poly, with all desired maps.
► My main working platform is ZBrush, sometimes blender and substance.
► I don't do any rigging or animation but the polygons will be created in a way that an animator can work with them without problems.

Refunds

► You may receive a full refund only if I have not started your commission.
► If I have started your commission, I will issue a partial refund based on how much work is done.
► If I cannot finish your commission for whatever reason, you will be refunded in full.
► No refunds will be issued once artwork has been completed.

♡ Thank u ♡

For reading my Terms
For your trust in my work.

GALERIE

Digital Art Rendered

DTIYS - Bones

✦RULES ✦

  • No NSFW – Keep it safe for work.

  • You can redraw Bones in any pose or style – full creative freedom.

  • Any art style is welcome – digital, traditional, stylized, realistic, etc.

  • Bones always wears black. Please stick to this for outfit color.

  • His tattoos are downloadable (link below), but may only be used for this DTIYS – not for other works, OCs, or commissions.

  • Please tag me and use the hashtag #VaelBonesDTIYS so I can see and share your work!

  • Deadline: 01.12.2025

  • This is a non-commercial challenge – do not sell or mint the artwork.

  • Feel free to change expression, setting, or accessories – just keep the vibe of Bones

  • Credit appreciated if you post elsewhere

✦PRIZES✦

  • The 3 winners will receive:

  • 🖤 1st Place – A Halfbody illustration

  • 🖤 2nd Place – A Portrait illustration

  • 🖤 3rd Place – A Comic-Style Portrait

I have prepared a folder where you can find the tattoos of Bones, so you don't have to draw them yourself... I know how annoying that can be xD
I drew all his tattoos myself, I even tattooed some of them on my own body. So please use them only and exclusively for this challenge to Bones. Outside of this DTIYS the use of these works is not allowed.

Arrested with Bones

Wanna get arrested with Bones?
Has your OC always dreamed of being handcuffed at an interrogation table?
Or maybe they’re the kind of slick lawyer who takes bribes and defends infamous criminals?
Or maybe they’re the relentless interrogator, trying to break someone like him?
Now’s your chance. :3

Rules – Read Before You Interrogate:

  • No NSFW content.

  • Bones must not be altered – no pose, colors, or design changes.

  • Your OC can be placed in the empty seat.

  • Any style is allowed (sketch, full render, comic, etc.).

  • Feel free to add props or background details as long as Bones stays untouched.

  • Tattoos and elements from the image are not to be reused outside this collab.

  • Please tag me and use the hashtag #ArrestedWithBones so I can see and share your work!

  • No deadline – just for fun!

  • Have fun and don’t bribe the guards too obviously. 😏

A small extract from my books that gave me the impetus for this picture:

"Why did you kill those people?" The judge asked the question for the fourth time now, each time reworded.
Bones remained silent, his eyes fixed on a point in the mirror behind the masked man.
"Our client did not kill those people."
The tiresome discussion between the judge and his two lawyers, flanking him on both sides, dragged on for another thirty minutes before the door behind them opened.
"You may leave. I’ll take it from here." A stocky man stepped in to replace the judge. Mid to late forties, probably a Norr.
His greying beard stood in sharp contrast to his dark skin. He wore a specialized tactical outfit that followed a clean, elegant line. If you didn’t know what to look for, you might mistake it for a business suit instead of bulletproof gear.
"Alright then." He slammed a pack of cigarettes onto the table and dropped into the chair across from Bones. "You, Mr. Bones—or whatever you want to be called—we both know your GID is fake. Now tell me exactly what happened."
Beclan was just about to speak when the man cut him off. "You’re on mute. I want to hear it from him."
He lit a cigarette and leaned back, the chair creaking under his weight. Bones only glanced at him peripherally while keeping his eyes on the same spot on the glass. He'd sat in this exact place so many times before, questioned by countless judges. It was always the same. Sometimes it dragged on because they were young or stubborn; sometimes it was over quickly.
"Who are you, anyway?" Redell leaned onto one arm of the chair, which groaned loudly.
The half-Norr had inherited the lion’s share of size between the brothers. Unlike his younger brother Beclan—who looked relatively human and kept his tusks mostly hidden—Redell was a walking wall with prominent fangs that screamed norr blood.
The Shark brothers had been working for Bones for nearly six years now, handling all legal matters. He’d picked them up from a businessman he killed during a job.
The Supreme growled, "My name is Supreme Hertha. Better get used to it, because you’ll be hearing it a lot from now on."
"Are you threatening our client?" Redell asked calmly.
Hertha laughed, a deep, throaty sound. "Please... That’s not a threat for someone like him. Don’t insult me."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Alright. Clearly, you don’t know who you’re dealing with, so let me make it simple. I’ve had your case on my desk since some of your people blew up the building next door. I wasn’t fast enough to stop Melinda Cole from buying you out, but that won’t happen again."
Bones’ eyes flicked toward him.
"Ah." Hertha grinned and tapped his cigarette ash without care. "Now I’ve got your attention, huh?"
Bones stayed silent.
"Well then, let’s keep going, shall we? You’re on thin ice, Mr. Bones. Paper-thin. Your little empire is collapsing. Someone’s hacking away at your throne, and they’re doing a damn good job. That’s why you’re making mistakes. You’re losing people—and the loyalty of your gangs. Where do you think this leads? Who knows."
"What do you want?" Bones' mouth felt dry. He hadn’t spoken in so long his voice came out hoarse. The concussion headache still echoed dully in his skull.
"Your ass in prison, that’s what. Where you belong. Cannibalism, murder, organized crime, drug trafficking, money laundering, torture—you name it. The list stretches all the way to Alpstein. You’re a big fish, and I love fishing."
"Hmm." Bones stared back at the mirror.
The guy knew things—probably more than he let on. But Bones wasn’t going to show his hand. He didn’t need more trouble.
"So tell me—how was it? That guy who blew himself up wanted to kill you and the girl, right? She was the last visitor of that pimp you lost. What were you doing there? Who was he working for?"
Bones studied him again. He didn’t just know a lot—he knew too much. "Ask questions."
"And that guy?"
"I’d like to know that too."
"So he offed himself before you could find out. Damn shame, huh?"
Bones rolled his eyes. "I hate guessing games. Say what you want, what you’re offering, and I’ll think about it. Otherwise, talk to my lawyers."
"But I like games. It’s my job, dumbass. I know someone else who likes you too. That slick bastard from Havenbeck—you know him well, don’t you?" He took a sip of his coffee and grimaced. "I transferred myself here. Know from where?"
Bones didn’t answer.
"From Mashsee. Because of a case you later completely ruined. Human trafficking ring. Ring any bells?
You scared the chickens and drove them underground when I was this close to cracking it." He held up two fingers a hair apart.
So that was it. The real reason he was so obsessed. Bones had pissed off the wrong guy—one who took his cases personally. The dangerous kind.
"And you know what? I was already here before that happened. You know why? Because I suspected the hub was here." He tapped the table. "I thought you were involved—but you weren’t, right? You’re scum, a drug-addicted killer, but not a trafficker. Quite the opposite, actually. You’re one of their targets. Believe me, this hole goes deeper than hell."
Bones tilted his head. "You want information."
Hertha laughed. "What could you possibly give me? You don’t even know what’s going on. You haven’t even scratched the surface. But…"
He tilted his own head. "…you have fingers in places I can’t reach. And I’ve got access to ones you can’t touch."
Bones raised an eyebrow. "Upward?"
Hertha nodded. "Way up. In the sewer, the biggest turds always float to the top. This goes far beyond your little turf."
Now it was Bones who laughed.
He didn’t do that often. But the Supremes' ambitions bordered on a level of insanity he couldn’t even rival. "You want to go after CEOs? Forget it. They pay off a few Creds and vanish. No one sees or hears anything."
His moustache twitched. "Maybe. But maybe I don’t want them in prison. Maybe I want them to get what they truly deserve. One of them is already off the list. The one you tossed in Mashsee—or Ceasfire or whoever. Gone. No one cared."
Bones leaned forward.
This man was corrupt in a way that broke every mold. Most judges took bribes, played both sides. But this guy? He wanted a crime boss to work for him. This was either the coup of the century or the dumbest mistake ever—or both.
Beclan shifted nervously in his seat while Redell spoke up. "Wait. Did you just offer our client a deal?"
"What? Are you drunk? Never. I’ll lock up your scumbag client the second I can." He lit another cigarette and grinned, revealing two gold teeth.
"When the time comes."
Hertha leaned back and made a casual hand motion. "Then he’ll be king for fifty years behind bars, or he’ll cryo himself out with his cash. Or he’ll just disappear thanks to his connections. Maybe to Scottshire. I hear it’s nice this time of year. And I won’t give a damn."
Bones didn’t show any sign of the shock crawling up inside him. He didn’t even swallow the lump in his throat. The dwarf hadn’t mentioned his homeland by accident. He knew more than he should.
Beclan popped a piece of gum in his mouth. "Alright. We get it. You’ll catch him eventually. What now?"
"Until then." Hertha crushed his cigarette into the ashtray hard enough to make Bones think his sausage finger might punch through the table. "We tear that disgusting ring apart. Whatever it takes. Whatever the cost. I want every last bastard swinging. In pieces, if that gets you off."
This was personal. No doubt about it.
Bones didn’t rush his thoughts. He stayed silent, eyes on the mirror. This could be the beginning of a dangerous alliance—or the start of his downfall. But what did he have to lose?
In this moment, he could only win. If Hertha turned on him later, so be it. He’d adapt. Or fall.
"What do you need?"
Hertha’s moustache curled upward as he flashed a look that almost reminded Bones of Lynch. "I don’t need anything. I’m giving you something."
He called someone via Link. "Come in."
The woman who entered didn’t even glance at Bones or the lawyers. She stood beside Hertha, arms folded behind her back like a soldier. Even with the ornate mask covering half her face and the blood-red tattoos seemingly covering her entire body, the extensive burn scars were hard to miss.
Her eye region had clearly been rebuilt—cybernetic implants glowing the same red as her tattoos. She had no hair left, save for a tightly braided knot at the back of her head. She wore a dark red bodysuit, likely custom-made for tactical missions.
"This is Iba. I found her four years ago in an alley in Mashsee. We were raiding the place and interrupted something horrific. They’d stuffed her into a barrel and set her on fire.
She was a courtesan—assigned to high-ranking clients within the ring. Her albinism, combined with Asian and African heritage, made her a rare commodity. She spent most of her life in that hell. Her last handler decided she knew too much—or simply got bored of her.
I believe you know the name. In certain circles, she went by Sugar."
Bones’ gaze shot to Iba, then back to Hertha.
"Can you tell me whether we should expect to see her again?" The dwarf folded his hands, staring at Bones, who didn’t flinch.
There was something oddly satisfying about knowing Sugar was dead—and that HE was the one who killed her. "No."
Iba turned her eyes to him. She hadn’t moved a muscle the whole time. Her voice was rough, low. "How?"
"Shot."
Her upper lip twitched, mouth curling slightly. Hertha looked up at her.
"You’ll have to forgive her. Iba keeps a list of people she’d like to personally snuff out. Sugar was on it. She’s probably disappointed."
"I can speak for myself," Iba finished the sentence.
Bones looked up and studied her. Her eyes felt cold and empty, like staring into a warped mirror.
"I would’ve let the bitch suffer." She jutted her chin. "But she’s dead. That’s what counts."
That made two of them.
"Iba will join your team—or whatever you call it. She’ll listen, observe, and figure out which of your people are involved or know something. You don’t have to lift a finger. She’ll catch what you don’t. She knows the signs better than anyone.
No one except you and your lawyers can know about this arrangement. If word gets out, I might remember a few more details about your own past. And don’t go telling your gangs that you’ve got a pig's mole in your ranks."
He grinned, blowing smoke and coughing throatily. "No one will recognize her. We’ve tested it. Everyone thinks she died in that barrel. So—do we have a deal, Mr. Bones?"
Bones looked at Iba. "If she can follow my orders."
She gave a sharp nod.
"Good. Then we’re done here." Hertha crushed his cigarette and activated a voice log:
"No concrete evidence could be established against the suspect. He is therefore released from state custody and set free until further notice."