Devon is by all accounts a troublemaker. He drinks too much, is an ornery bastard drunk or sober, and in general is a smug asshole who can make tempers flare faster than donuts disappear at a weight watchers convention.

His one saving grace, indeed the one thing that got him out of the slums of New PhillyBostonia, is his ability to make metals dance under his guidance. He can fix just about damn near anything with the most meager of supplies. One Foundation member was even on record as saying, "If we gave Macintyre the ship's weight in steel wool, he'd knit us the ship together in a week." While this is hyperbole Devon did once manage to keep a oil tanker he was on from sinking with three rolls of duct tape and two canes.

Born in the slums of the east coast acropolis of the U.S. Devon lead a sparse and hard life. he picked up a toolkit and ability to repair quickly. New things were expensive and it was far better to repair a chair or wall panel than build a new one, especially when getting a new one might mean going without food for a week. This hardship and general suffering in his youth lead to extreme cynicism on Devon's part, and a taste for debauchery and excess when he came into money. This of course lead to problems all over for him with people who account for debts whether legally or illegally and Devon started to wander, both to escape the arcology and to avoid debt collectors. He predicated and sustained his wandering by taking increasingly difficult repair jobs in different areas.

Given the harsh nature of his work and the ever escalating conflicts world wide due to resource shortages. Recruiting Macintyre for repair work in case of emergencies was incredibly easy as long as the paycheck was big enough, given his debts.