Figure Tusk

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

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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

Tusk is always eager to start a fight. Able to instantly corner an enemy with a wall of ice shards, he gathers with his allies and rolls into enemies inside of a massive snowball, bringing him in range to land his signature knockout punch.

It had been a brawl to remember. There stood Ymir, the Tusk, the Terror from the Barrier, the Snowball from Cobalt, the only fighter to have bested the Bristled Bruiser in a fair fight, and now the last man standing in Wolfsden Tavern. What started as a simple bar bet of supremacy ended with four regulars, a blacksmith, and six of the Frost Brigade's best soldiers writhing against the shards and splinters of almost every bottle, mug, and chair in the building. The Tusk boasted and toasted his victory as he emptied his brew.

No sooner had the defeated regained consciousness than the cries for double-or-nothing rang out. The Tusk was pleased at the prospect, but none could think of a bet bigger than the one he just conquered. Horrified at the damage to his tavern and desperate to avoid another brawl, the barkeep had an idea. As skilled as he was, Ymir had never taken part in a real battle, never tested himself against the indiscriminate death and chaos of war. He proposed a wager to the fighter: seek out the biggest battle he could find, survive, and win it for whichever side he chose. The stakes? The next round of drinks.