Gadreel is Eirrún's rival, and is a Throne Divine. He is egotistical tool who believes that he is the Divine gift to well, everything. Like many Throne Divine, Gadreel likes to get others to do his bidding, mostly finding someone to convince amongst his pack of incompetent cronies. It really doesn't matter what the action is, Gadreel simply doesn't like getting his hands dirty, wet, or even slightly soiled. He much prefers to sit around and get others to perform actions rather than himself and then swoop in and take the credit for such in their place. He has unfortunately done this to several others including Eirrún, using her own sense of honor and heroic nature to accomplish tasks he could not perform in past endeavors, and then taking all the credit for her actions, and the actions of other brave souls who were injured or died in those quests. Gadreel even then often has the nerve to "rub it in" in a public manner towards those that realize they are being taken advantage of, and he has earned a rather poor reputation not only the rank and file of the Divine Protectorate, but also several other races, but as far as the higher ups in the Divine Protectorate are concerned, he is an effective leader who gets the job done.
Gadreel appears as a handsome young man, with modest golden wings a sleazy but perfectly shining white smile, and white clothing with golden trim. he often likes to "cast" himself in the role of a warrior even though he would never actually get anywhere near any dirty dirty little mongrel, perfecting to do his fighting (when absolutely required) from as far in the rear as he can arrange. Gadreel takes great pride in his hair, combing it often and applying hair care products often (particularly when he thinks no one "important" is looking). Gadreel also wears an excessive amount of cologne, and likes ot flash large rolls of money.
Regular Sayings:
[finger pointed like a gun at person] "gotcha partner!"
...and that's why I think it should be a sin to sin.
You've got to break a few eggs to make an omelet
Cooperation can only be reached if we work together.
They're mortals. They have to die sometime.
If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s intolerance.
So what I told you was true, from a certain point of view.
Some of you may die, but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.
We are a peaceful race, and I will kill anyone who says otherwise.