Figure Doom

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 $.

Treat yourself or surprise a gamer friend.

Order your own custom Dota figurine today — and claim a true trophy from your favorite universe!

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About Hero

One way or another, Doom shuts down his enemies. Devouring creeps to claim the various skills they had in life, he can place a lingering silence upon a foe's spells and items with his ultimate as he torches his foes.

He that burns and is not consumed, devours and is never sated, kills and is beyond all judgment--Lucifer brings doom to all who would stand against him. Bearing away souls on the tip of a fiery sword, he is the Fallen One, a once-favored general from the realm behind the light, cast out for the sin of defiance: he would not kneel.

Six times his name was tolled from the great bell of Vashundol. Six and sixty times his wings were branded, until only smoking stumps remained. Without wings, he slipped loose from the tethers that bound him within the light and he fell screaming to earth. A crater in the desert, Paradise lost. Now he attacks without mercy, without motive, the only living being able to move freely between the seven dark dominions. Lashed by inescapable needs, twisted by unimaginable talents, Doom carries his own hell with him wherever he goes. Defiant to the last. Eventually, the world will belong to Doom.