Note: Amiel (Hesius) is played in the Port of Hesius by Acilius. His slave is Windsong (Ost Clawtooth). Thanks to both of them for working on this lore.
Earth year 8400 BC, 250 years before the founding of Ar. The nearest spelling to what he was called is Amiel, though there was no writing at the time. He lived in a walled village now called Jericho.
He was a brave young man, and he was known through his village as such. He defended the walls ferociously from man and beast alike. In his teens, he had fathered twins. He was what the Priest Kings considered the ideal candidate: strength of character and of body.
He was taken by them and brought to an empty land. There were fantastical creatures already there - giant birds and lizards, beasts of a kind he had never seen. He was given a serum then, which the Priest Kings promised would let him live for five hundred years, and he spent time with them, learning what it was he had been brought there for and what was expected of him. He was to lead a people, one of his own loins. And so he did. He was named by the Priest Kings "Hesius."
The first days were lonesome. He wandered the wilderness, hunting for his food, engaging in trials given to him by the Priest Kings to ensure his worthiness. He traveled to different parts of the land, fighting different creatures of Gor brought there over millions of years from distant planets. With the completion of each trial, a companion was brought to him from Earth, hand chosen by the Priest Kings. These would be the mothers of Gor.
He produced many children - more sons than daughters, but dozens of both. They, in turn, had many more sons and daughters, and within a century they were a village. It was a village large enough that it's residents were constantly at odds with one another, and this is where his second trials began. These trials were much more difficult than the first, much more demanding, and as told in legend, the reward was the Home Stone of Ar, which brought the village together in peace.
Hesius spent the next centuries forging his legacy. He led the people of Ar with competence and compassion, yet was never one taken advantage of. He led its men, his sons, on great adventures across Gor, creating legends and myths, fathering sons and daughters whom he companioned to one another or enslaved, should their dispositions fit. He governed to his own ideals, and his people followed him.
It was five hundred years later that he was brought to the Sadar Mountains for the first time since he was released to the world. His serum was at its end, and he was presented with a choice: The opportunity to die and allow his serum to expire and go to the grave knowing he had birthed a race to flourish and grow forever.... or, he could live. He could watch his creation from afar, never holding power or influence over it. He could live forever, confined to small borders drawn by the Priest Kings, never leaving until the end of time.
He chose to live, and he was given the gift. The Priest Kings told him how to make a wine which would cease aging in his body, halting decay of muscles and memory for eternity.
He returned to his birth name, Amiel, and built a port - the Port of Hesius. The world built up around him over the next thousands of years. People came and went. Every child he birthed aged and died, but he was the constant. He built houses that rotted and decayed over centuries while he stayed the same. He found entertainment and hobbies, brewing wines and liquors, expiramenting, painting, fucking, writing... He heard stories of the world around him, and he reveled in what his creation grew into, and at times he shamed in it. But he always watched and listened. His wisdom grew immeasurably as he saw... everything. Every war, its causes, its signals, its conclusions. Every season and storm and drought. Strangely, he never grew bored. The world excited him, and he longed to hear of it. Every happening, no matter how, small tickled him. It was -his-.
Over the thousands of years he lived at this port, he'd own a number of slaves and had agents who were tasked (knowingly by them or not) with going into the world to gather experiences and stories to bring home to him.
And there, at the Port of Hesius, Amiel still lives. He lives in peace. He loves to meet people, his children, to hear their stories and to offer wisdom. He does much for the Port; as much as he can without breaching his agreement with the Priest Kings to never lead again.
Esse quam videri - To be rather than appear to be.