Figure Pudge

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

The pictures you see are images of already made figurines, but we can make another figurine of the same hero for you

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

Each carefully aimed throw of Pudge's signature hook strikes fear into his foes. Pulling his enemies near to carve them with his cleavers, he gains additional health and damage with every kill, and soon becomes an unstoppable killer.

In the Fields of Endless Carnage, far to the south of Quoidge, a corpulent figure works tirelessly through the night--dismembering, disembowelling, piling up the limbs and viscera of the fallen that the battlefield might be clear by dawn. In this cursed realm, nothing can decay or decompose; no corpse may ever return to the earth from which it sprang, no matter how deep you dig the grave. Flocked by carrion birds who need him to cut their meals into beak-sized chunks, Pudge the Butcher hones his skills with blades that grow sharper the longer he uses them. Swish, swish, thunk. Flesh falls from the bone; tendons and ligaments part like wet paper. And while he always had a taste for the butchery, over the ages, Pudge has developed a taste for its byproduct as well. Starting with a gobbet of muscle here, a sip of blood there...before long he was thrusting his jaws deep into the toughest of torsos, like a dog gnawing at rags. Even those who are beyond fearing the Reaper, fear the Butcher.