Figure Batrider

Dota 2 Hero Figurine — your favorite hero in real life!

We have not made this hero yet, but we can make it the same as in the game or with changes to the to your desires, or add sets and arcana, as well as decorate it in other colors

Are you a Dota 2 fan? Now you can hold in your hands not just a hero — but a unique figurine, crafted to match your taste, style, and imagination!

Why you’ll want this figurine:

• Height from 15 cm and up — choose the perfect size for your collection
• Photopolymer resin — sharp details, smooth lines, premium quality
• Any hero style — arcanas, sets, skins, colors — we’ll create exactly what you envision
• Multilayer hand painting — each figurine is painted by hand with maximum precision and attention to detail
• Gift packaging — a ready-made solution for an awesome gift
• Your nickname on the figurine — we’ll immortalize your gaming legacy

Want a unique Juggernaut with an arcana and a golden set? Or a badass custom Pudge in cyberpunk style? — Anything is possible. Only your imagination sets the limit.

The price is calculated individually depending on complexity, availability of the model, and size. Currently, the price starts from 180 160 $.

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About Hero

Once he takes to the skies, Batrider can strike from any direction. Snatching a foe with his lasso, he soars above the treetops, pulling his prey through a trail of flame as he drags them before his merciless allies.

There is no such thing as harmony among the creatures of the Yama Raskav Jungle. By bite, or claw, or pincer, or hoof, even the slightest sign of weakness means a swift death. They say the Rider was just a lad cutting chaff in his family's field when he was taken, swept up by a massive morde-bat looking for take-out. But this boy had a better idea, and wriggled his way from his captor's grip, onto the beast's back, and hacked it down with his tools. Emerging from the bloody wreckage and intoxicated by the thrill of flight, the boy realized he'd found his calling.

The boy grew, and every summer he'd return to his family's field, often setting out into the bush seeking to reclaim that first thrill of facing death in the form of jaws or a fatal fall. The years went on, but his fire only grew stronger. He studied the overgrowth, plunging deeper with each expedition, until finally he found his way to the caves at the heart of hostility. They say the Rider, on the eve of a scorching summer night, had nothing but a rope, a bottle of liquid courage and a burning determination to feel the skies once more, when he plunged inside...