Icy, you forgot to mention Nanuuk's eye color. I'll assume it's blue...
Editing.
"Who g-goes there?" Asked a frightened voice. In the darkness, Jonathan could faintly see the smooth, polished surface of a blue crystal orb. The voice sounded scared, and Jonathan decided that it was probably not hostile.
"My name is Jonathan Solaris," said Jonathan. "I come in peace." Opening his right palm, Jonathan conjured a small but bright sphere of white light. In the faint light, Jonathan could see his new friend more clearly. He seemed to be about as tall as Jonathan himself, and also wearing a white cloak. But what surprised Jonathan was his face. His skin was an inhuman shade of pale blue, with a thin white beard; a pair of bright blue eyes stared back at Jonathan. The blue-skinned being was holding a magician's staff made from white wood, with an orb of ice on top. Jonathan could vaguely sense that this being was not human; his aura seemed more profound and mysterious. A spirit, perhaps?
Suddenly, Jonathan tensed. He had sensed someone else behind him. A powerful presence. He would have drawn his sword, if not for the fact that the newcomer seemed to radiate an aura of Light, like Jonathan himself. Nonetheless, Jonathan turned around abruptly, focusing his golden eyes on... an angel. And an archangel, by the looks of him. He was a tall figure, clad in white armor that seemed to radiate a faint blue glow. He had glowing silvery white hair, and warm, compassionate blue eyes. A pair of magnificent white wings spread behind him.
"Greetings, and I would hope, well met," the newcomer said in a clear, ringing voice. "I am Arcterael, the Archangel of Hope. Since it seems that you are not tainted by Evil, and considering that it seems that we find ourselves in the same dilemma, I propose the following: co-operation and mutual assistance, if anything, to survive together."
Oh, no, Jonathan thought. Was he one of the archangels who sent me to exile? What is he doing here? Trying to persecute me further?
If you resent your banishment, why not destroy the archangel? Asked an eerie, sinister voice in the bottom of Jonathan's heart. You have the strength, and the power.
But not the right, retorted Jonathan. Go away, Eclipsis. Stop bothering me.
The dark voice faded with a malevolent chuckle.
The archangel did not seem to recognize Jonathan. Good, maybe he can help us after all, he thought. "Greetings, Arcterael. My name is Jonathan Solaris. I am half angel, and you may call me by my angelic name, Solariel, if you wish."